“Be careful on the porch. The ice is hard to see.”
“Yeah, Mom. Got it.” Sonny rolled his eyes, wishing Mom would quit treating him like a child.
He hurried from the door to the stairs When his phone dinged, eyes on the screen, he didn’t see the icy patch.
His foot slid and pointed at the sky. Arms windmilling, he went top over teakettle, landing on his behind and cracking his head on the bottom step. As he waited for the world to stop spinning, he heard his mother’s voice.
“I told you. Someday you’ll listen to me.”
(This is one that I had to pare down from 133 words to the necessary 100—99, actually. My original version was more fun, but rules are rules!)